Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-02-22

into the rough and ready country host.
There was sound of fiddles from with
in when the depot wagon. with the young
artist in it, drove up To the door an hour
after sunset
I'VE are having little dance in the
dining room tonight said Old Jonathan
Hunter, the landlord. after having shaken
the artist heartily by the hand But the
women folks will bring You a bit of sup
per in the sitting room, if you don't mind
| When you are through we would be glad
TO have you join US
When the young man came down from
his room up stairs to what the old man
called the sitting room, he found the sup
per ready spread, and the slight and
| graceful figure Of a young girl bending
over the table deftly arranging the dishes
! She turned as he came in.
supper is ready for you, sir, she said
Thank you" he responded mechani-
cally, looking at her in a dazed kind of
way. For the life of him he couldn't help
| it. He thought he had never sen before
such beautiful face. She blushed under
his steady glance.
lis there anything elses''
Il beg your pardon-no | think not
Then she went out and young Smith sat
down to his supper, dreaming of the pure,
sweet face, the great, brown eyes and the
| confusion of curls that covered the we'll
shaped head. OF course, with the mus
| tard spoon poised in the air, he paused TO
indulge the thoughts which crowded on
him and then plunged the spoon into his
tea Such things were TO be expected
After time he bethought himself of the
landlord 5 invitation and went out 10 the
dining room, which for the time served as
a dancing hall.
There is no necessity for telling the
whole story. Ii was like thousands of
Others which have happened and will hap
pen. He danced with the girl who hg.!
brought in his supper. Next day they
walked TO the postoflice together. Then
she came to watch him at his painting
He was painting a picture of the disman-
tied stage coach, with children playing in
and about it. Pretty soon. when the pict-
ure had reached a fair stage of progress,
he began another. IL was the picture of
a girl swinging in a hammock. Ii is easy
enough To guess who the girl was. And
So matters slowly came to the inevitable
conclusion. The young artist could not
coniure up any prettier picture than Of
this young girl with her bright eyes, her
round, rosy checks and her 1.-the figure,
becomingly clad i'll dainty summer dresses.
And he could not imagine any greater
happiness than claiming her as his wife
and introducing her to his student friends.
Finally he told her how he loved her
He concealed nothing as TO himself or his
prospects. He impressed upon her what
a precarious existence that of a struggling
artist was in New York. He was conf
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fame and fortune. But in the mean
time
In the meantime she told him in a low,
tremulous voice. she would be his wife.
She would share his struggles and when
the triumph came she would stand proudly
by his side.
And so they We're married, and went on
modest little wedding trip TO Lake
George and the Thousand Islands. They
returned TO the village in the Catskills
nfter all the boarders had gone, fingered
there until the leaves had turned and
then, followed by the old sta drivers
blessing they came down TO New York,
and the young artist resumed his regular
work and his old life again.
What a glorious time they had that
first winter Young Smith, before his
maj iist'A i'tlA Nv NNl NFlhtI ia
his studio, which was located on the top
floor of an Old building in the center of
the city OF course, this would not do
now. So he secured a small sized fiat of
three rooms on the east side and furnished
it. Then they began to enjoy life. She
would come over to the studio and talk as
he worked. They made plans of what
they would do when they were better off
In ha ,hay for lpDgr walks
and occasionally visited the theatres.
Then they went to exhibitions of paint
ings and art receptions, and very often,
on Sundays, the young artists friends
would come in and they would talk art
theories and art news and art dealers by
the hour. How proud Smith was of his
beautiful young wife, with her laughing
eyes and simple ways and girlish, grace
full figure And how he liked 10 introduce
her TO his friends.
There was only one thing which
troubled him and his wife. The money
he earned did not always serve to pay his
current expenses, ana the ItuIe saving
with which they had started were slowly
dwindling away When they started il
the young art st was not only firmly con
WINGED that Il would not cost him any
NOR. 10 live narrieI than it had done tt
live single, but he had determined TO pro
side against any possible trouble by work,
ing twice as hard as he had before. Anc
he did He turned cut twice as much
work, and his studio began to fill up with
all kinds Of pictures, good, bad and indif-
fereut Then at last he began to realize
that his increased industry did not neces'
sariIv increase his income. This could bt
effected only by selling more pictures, not
bv making more But how could he do it!
As the answer did not come imme-
diately he turned 10 his work and found
forgetfulness in il. He lived with his art.
High thoughts and pleasing meditations
smoothed the momentary wrinkles of care
that he'd lined his brow. At times the
necessities of the situation brought him
rply back Ia the realities of this life,
and for brief while he would confront
the old problems Of how TO live. Then he
would leave his beloved studio and go tC
some of the art dealers and try 70 sell
picture. Failing in this, he would put W
one at auction. Then with little money
in the house he would 20 back to his work.
Il won't 60 to these art dealers any
more" he says, ''and 1 won't ask for any
more illustrating to do. When you want
these people, they treat you like dog
III wait now until they want ne